The Conversation's Trivial but Trivial is Fine [Chapter Six]
Title: The Conversation's Trivial but Trivial is Fine [Chapter Six]
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Klaine
Summary: Blaine is injured in a hate crime and suffers from brain damage as a result. After waiting for days for him to wake up Kurt is horrified to find that Blaine has Wernicke's Aphasia and can not understand anything that is said to him or say anything that makes sense.
Disclaimer: All Glee things are Glee's. The title comes from the amazing song Words by Kate Miller-Heidke
Author's Note: A prompt from the angst meme. I guess I just can't stay away from hurt/comfort Klaine :)
Author's Note: So sorry I haven't posted in forever! I was a genius and decided to take accelerated organic chemistry over the summer. I've been torturing myself with alkanes and chirality.
Some people were interested in seeing this in Blaine's point of view so I thought I give you a little glimpse into how he's feeling.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Around week three in the hospital Blaine was going a little bit stir crazy.
The Warblers had been down a few times but were eventually kicked out when they were caught wheelchair racing. Since then he had been left on his own with his parents and was already bored of watching TV he couldn’t understand and suffering through his therapy sessions.
The sudden squeak of the sliding door got his attention and he looked up to see Kurt, Finn and Rachel walk through the door.
Kurt smiled apologetically at him when Rachel ran to his bedside and grabbed his hand and fixed huge eyes on him.
“Oh god Kurt he just looks awful,” She said dramatically.
“Actually, all of the bruises have faded so he looks much better,” Kurt dropped his bag and smiled at Finn who was pressed into the corner, looking as awkward as always. “But thanks.”
“It’s just something in his eyes,” Rachel sighed and Finn rolled his eyes getting a smile from Blaine.
“Maybe it’s better that he can’t understand her,” Finn muttered.
“I’m going to sing to him! I can finally use my extended musical repertoire,” She cleared her throat. “Come with me, where chains will never bind you, all your grief at last, at last behind you. Lord in heaven, look down on his in mercy.”
Blaine slowly turned to lock his eyes with Kurt’s looking freaked out. He jumped when Rachel pulled his hand to her cheek.
“Rachel,” Kurt said gently, interrupting her. “He’s not dying.”
“Oh,” Rachel stood up straighter and frowned. “Maybe that wasn’t the best song choice. Oh wait!”
“Nothin’s gonna harm you, not while I’m around,” She grabbed at his hand again and ran the back of her other hand along his cheek. “Nothin’s gonna harm you, no sir, not while I’m around. Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays, I’ll send them howling , I don’t care I’ve got ways.”
Blaine was shaking his head slightly and fixing his now desperate eyes on Kurt.
“Sweetie,” Kurt said as Rachel’s voice swelled loudly. “I think Blaine needs to rest.”
“I’ll wait outside,” Finn gave Blaine a quick wave and jumped out of the door.
“I just think that maybe I am the best at communicating with him,” Rachel turned to him with bright eyes. “I just want to help.”
“I know,” Kurt rubbed at her arm gently. “Listen, I’m sure that you have waited your entire life for someone who can communicate only through song but I’m asking you to take it down a level. He was badly beaten and he is confused and scared.”
“Oh…” Rachel blushed and looked down at her clasped hands. “I just wanted to help.”
“I know Rachel and the gesture is really sweet,” Kurt patted her hands.
“He’s lucky to have you here,” She beamed up at him and smiled at Blaine. “I’ll head home. Let me know if there is anything else you guys need.”
“Thanks Rachel,” Kurt gave her a small hug and waved as she left.
The next morning Kurt helped the Andersons pack up his hospital room and got Blaine situated in a wheelchair to go home. Although he was still covered in bandages and plaster he was thrilled to get out of the hospital.
Kurt placed a stack of old Vogue issues in a duffle bag and zipped it up. He glanced up at Blaine who was beaming at him from his wheelchair. With a grin Kurt rubbed at his boyfriend’s shoulder.
“Alright! All packed!” Amy smiled broadly and a nurse came in to push Blaine out. He reached over and grabbed Kurt’s hand who was walking next to him.
“I need to go home tonight but is it okay if I come by tomorrow to see him?” Kurt asked, glancing back at the Andersons.
“Of course. You’re welcome any time,” Scott hefted the duffle bag on his shoulder up higher.
With a quick peck on the lips, Kurt helped Blaine into the rented van and waved as the Andersons drove off. He let out a small smile and walked to his car, already thinking of songs to sing to Blaine the next day.
~*~
Blaine stepped out of his car, smiling and humming. The date had been amazing and the butterflies had not stopped fluttering in his stomach after the goodnight kiss.
Teenage Dream blasted from his pocket and his smiled widened.
“Hey Kurt I was just thinking of you,” He slid his credit card into the card receiver and chose his gas.
“I haven’t stopped thinking of you since you left,” Blaine could almost hear the blush.
“Good,” Blaine said with a laugh. “So, how about we go out to dinner tomorrow? I’ll pick you up around six and then we can go get some of that cheesecake you say is so bad for you but secretly love.”
“It’s a plan,” Kurt replied happily.
“I love you Kurt,” Blaine couldn’t help the silly smile that spread across his face. “Now, young man, go off to bed and get your beauty sleep. Of course, I don’t think you need it.”
“You’re such a dork,” Kurt laughed. “I love you too.”
“See you tomorrow,” He put the pump into his tank and pulled the handle to get the gas running. “Already counting down the minutes.”
“Love you!” Kurt said brightly before hanging up.
Blaine smiled down at the phone before the sound of someone clearing their throat startled him.
The man at the pump next to him was glaring at him darkly. Blaine quickly glanced down at the screen on his pump.
“Fucking faggot,” The man snarled and Blaine hunched his shoulders.
“Are you just going to ignore me fairy?” He took a threatening step towards the teenager. The man was at least a foot taller than him and had a good fifty pounds on him. “Ignoring me because I don’t want to fuck you?”
Blaine bit his lip and inched towards his door.
“Listen I don’t want any trouble,” He muttered, willing the gas to pump faster.
“If you didn’t want trouble why were you having phone sex with your faggy boyfriend where everyone could hear you,” The man stood up straighter, looming over Blaine threateningly.
Blaine glanced over his shoulder noticing that the convenience store worker was gone from the counter and there wasn’t another soul near him.
“I’m almost done and then I’ll leave,” Blaine replied, stiffening when the man moved to his pickup truck. The pump beeped and Blaine quickly pulled the nozzle out of his car.
Excruciating pain blossomed across his back as the man swung something long and metal across the back of his shoulders. Blaine let out a cry and stumbled, reaching out and grabbing onto the pump.
He saw the flash of metal as the tire iron crashed into his arm with a sickening crack. Blaine hit the concrete and spun around to see the fuming man above him with a tire iron raised over his head.
He let out a scream of pain when the tire iron slammed into his ribs, followed by a booted foot. The tire iron repeatedly hit him, shattering his leg and pelvis.
Blaine was curled up nearly underneath his car, trembling and choking on his blood. He gasped as he saw the tire iron swing down towards his head and then everything went black.
Blaine shot up in bed with a gasp, shaking violently from the memory of his nightmare and the pain of his broken bones. He sobbed brokenly and curled up the best he could, feeling his head swim.
Grabbing his phone, Blaine stabbed his finger into the number one. Tears streamed down his face and he tried to stifle his sobs with his hand.
“Polling?” Kurt’s sleepy voice asked.
“Kurt! Oh God, I dreamed the attack again and everything hurts,” Heavy sobs pulled at his broken ribs and collarbone, nearly making him sick from the pain. “I can’t….I can’t…God.”
“Quell the guitar around hedge,” Kurt said worriedly, sounding far less tired.
“Please understand me,” Blaine whimpered. “Please please, just this once. I can’t do this. Just talk to me.”
Kurt gently shushed him.
“I miss you,” He sobbed out, feeling himself hyperventilate. “I miss you so much and I hate this. I hate feeling like this. I don’t want to live like this.”
“Tie,” Kurt soothed. “Tie, tie, tie.”
Blaine hiccupped and reached to where the tie was laying on the back of the couch where he had been sleeping since he couldn’t get up the stairs. He curled his fingers around it and tied it clumsily around his wrist.
“Tie,” Blaine whispered, staring at the fabric that rested above the sharpie heart.
“I am hanging on to every word you say and even if you don’t want to speak tonight that’s alright, alright with me. Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven’s door and listen to you breathing, is where I want to be,” Kurt sang gently and Blaine smiled tearfully.
He took some deep breaths and leaned heavily on the back of the couch. With trembling fingers, Blaine grabbed his bottle of pain killers and downed two.
“I’m okay,” Blaine muttered. “Thank you Kurt.”
“Pillow the youth reddit,” Kurt said and Blaine buried himself further in the blankets.
“I have to go,” Blaine breathed and hung up, sniffing. He wiped at his eyes and stared down at the heart Kurt had just texted him. Scrolling up, Blaine stared at the past text messages he could no longer understand.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Klaine
Summary: Blaine is injured in a hate crime and suffers from brain damage as a result. After waiting for days for him to wake up Kurt is horrified to find that Blaine has Wernicke's Aphasia and can not understand anything that is said to him or say anything that makes sense.
Disclaimer: All Glee things are Glee's. The title comes from the amazing song Words by Kate Miller-Heidke
Author's Note: A prompt from the angst meme. I guess I just can't stay away from hurt/comfort Klaine :)
Author's Note: So sorry I haven't posted in forever! I was a genius and decided to take accelerated organic chemistry over the summer. I've been torturing myself with alkanes and chirality.
Some people were interested in seeing this in Blaine's point of view so I thought I give you a little glimpse into how he's feeling.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Around week three in the hospital Blaine was going a little bit stir crazy.
The Warblers had been down a few times but were eventually kicked out when they were caught wheelchair racing. Since then he had been left on his own with his parents and was already bored of watching TV he couldn’t understand and suffering through his therapy sessions.
The sudden squeak of the sliding door got his attention and he looked up to see Kurt, Finn and Rachel walk through the door.
Kurt smiled apologetically at him when Rachel ran to his bedside and grabbed his hand and fixed huge eyes on him.
“Oh god Kurt he just looks awful,” She said dramatically.
“Actually, all of the bruises have faded so he looks much better,” Kurt dropped his bag and smiled at Finn who was pressed into the corner, looking as awkward as always. “But thanks.”
“It’s just something in his eyes,” Rachel sighed and Finn rolled his eyes getting a smile from Blaine.
“Maybe it’s better that he can’t understand her,” Finn muttered.
“I’m going to sing to him! I can finally use my extended musical repertoire,” She cleared her throat. “Come with me, where chains will never bind you, all your grief at last, at last behind you. Lord in heaven, look down on his in mercy.”
Blaine slowly turned to lock his eyes with Kurt’s looking freaked out. He jumped when Rachel pulled his hand to her cheek.
“Rachel,” Kurt said gently, interrupting her. “He’s not dying.”
“Oh,” Rachel stood up straighter and frowned. “Maybe that wasn’t the best song choice. Oh wait!”
“Nothin’s gonna harm you, not while I’m around,” She grabbed at his hand again and ran the back of her other hand along his cheek. “Nothin’s gonna harm you, no sir, not while I’m around. Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays, I’ll send them howling , I don’t care I’ve got ways.”
Blaine was shaking his head slightly and fixing his now desperate eyes on Kurt.
“Sweetie,” Kurt said as Rachel’s voice swelled loudly. “I think Blaine needs to rest.”
“I’ll wait outside,” Finn gave Blaine a quick wave and jumped out of the door.
“I just think that maybe I am the best at communicating with him,” Rachel turned to him with bright eyes. “I just want to help.”
“I know,” Kurt rubbed at her arm gently. “Listen, I’m sure that you have waited your entire life for someone who can communicate only through song but I’m asking you to take it down a level. He was badly beaten and he is confused and scared.”
“Oh…” Rachel blushed and looked down at her clasped hands. “I just wanted to help.”
“I know Rachel and the gesture is really sweet,” Kurt patted her hands.
“He’s lucky to have you here,” She beamed up at him and smiled at Blaine. “I’ll head home. Let me know if there is anything else you guys need.”
“Thanks Rachel,” Kurt gave her a small hug and waved as she left.
The next morning Kurt helped the Andersons pack up his hospital room and got Blaine situated in a wheelchair to go home. Although he was still covered in bandages and plaster he was thrilled to get out of the hospital.
Kurt placed a stack of old Vogue issues in a duffle bag and zipped it up. He glanced up at Blaine who was beaming at him from his wheelchair. With a grin Kurt rubbed at his boyfriend’s shoulder.
“Alright! All packed!” Amy smiled broadly and a nurse came in to push Blaine out. He reached over and grabbed Kurt’s hand who was walking next to him.
“I need to go home tonight but is it okay if I come by tomorrow to see him?” Kurt asked, glancing back at the Andersons.
“Of course. You’re welcome any time,” Scott hefted the duffle bag on his shoulder up higher.
With a quick peck on the lips, Kurt helped Blaine into the rented van and waved as the Andersons drove off. He let out a small smile and walked to his car, already thinking of songs to sing to Blaine the next day.
~*~
Blaine stepped out of his car, smiling and humming. The date had been amazing and the butterflies had not stopped fluttering in his stomach after the goodnight kiss.
Teenage Dream blasted from his pocket and his smiled widened.
“Hey Kurt I was just thinking of you,” He slid his credit card into the card receiver and chose his gas.
“I haven’t stopped thinking of you since you left,” Blaine could almost hear the blush.
“Good,” Blaine said with a laugh. “So, how about we go out to dinner tomorrow? I’ll pick you up around six and then we can go get some of that cheesecake you say is so bad for you but secretly love.”
“It’s a plan,” Kurt replied happily.
“I love you Kurt,” Blaine couldn’t help the silly smile that spread across his face. “Now, young man, go off to bed and get your beauty sleep. Of course, I don’t think you need it.”
“You’re such a dork,” Kurt laughed. “I love you too.”
“See you tomorrow,” He put the pump into his tank and pulled the handle to get the gas running. “Already counting down the minutes.”
“Love you!” Kurt said brightly before hanging up.
Blaine smiled down at the phone before the sound of someone clearing their throat startled him.
The man at the pump next to him was glaring at him darkly. Blaine quickly glanced down at the screen on his pump.
“Fucking faggot,” The man snarled and Blaine hunched his shoulders.
“Are you just going to ignore me fairy?” He took a threatening step towards the teenager. The man was at least a foot taller than him and had a good fifty pounds on him. “Ignoring me because I don’t want to fuck you?”
Blaine bit his lip and inched towards his door.
“Listen I don’t want any trouble,” He muttered, willing the gas to pump faster.
“If you didn’t want trouble why were you having phone sex with your faggy boyfriend where everyone could hear you,” The man stood up straighter, looming over Blaine threateningly.
Blaine glanced over his shoulder noticing that the convenience store worker was gone from the counter and there wasn’t another soul near him.
“I’m almost done and then I’ll leave,” Blaine replied, stiffening when the man moved to his pickup truck. The pump beeped and Blaine quickly pulled the nozzle out of his car.
Excruciating pain blossomed across his back as the man swung something long and metal across the back of his shoulders. Blaine let out a cry and stumbled, reaching out and grabbing onto the pump.
He saw the flash of metal as the tire iron crashed into his arm with a sickening crack. Blaine hit the concrete and spun around to see the fuming man above him with a tire iron raised over his head.
He let out a scream of pain when the tire iron slammed into his ribs, followed by a booted foot. The tire iron repeatedly hit him, shattering his leg and pelvis.
Blaine was curled up nearly underneath his car, trembling and choking on his blood. He gasped as he saw the tire iron swing down towards his head and then everything went black.
Blaine shot up in bed with a gasp, shaking violently from the memory of his nightmare and the pain of his broken bones. He sobbed brokenly and curled up the best he could, feeling his head swim.
Grabbing his phone, Blaine stabbed his finger into the number one. Tears streamed down his face and he tried to stifle his sobs with his hand.
“Polling?” Kurt’s sleepy voice asked.
“Kurt! Oh God, I dreamed the attack again and everything hurts,” Heavy sobs pulled at his broken ribs and collarbone, nearly making him sick from the pain. “I can’t….I can’t…God.”
“Quell the guitar around hedge,” Kurt said worriedly, sounding far less tired.
“Please understand me,” Blaine whimpered. “Please please, just this once. I can’t do this. Just talk to me.”
Kurt gently shushed him.
“I miss you,” He sobbed out, feeling himself hyperventilate. “I miss you so much and I hate this. I hate feeling like this. I don’t want to live like this.”
“Tie,” Kurt soothed. “Tie, tie, tie.”
Blaine hiccupped and reached to where the tie was laying on the back of the couch where he had been sleeping since he couldn’t get up the stairs. He curled his fingers around it and tied it clumsily around his wrist.
“Tie,” Blaine whispered, staring at the fabric that rested above the sharpie heart.
“I am hanging on to every word you say and even if you don’t want to speak tonight that’s alright, alright with me. Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven’s door and listen to you breathing, is where I want to be,” Kurt sang gently and Blaine smiled tearfully.
He took some deep breaths and leaned heavily on the back of the couch. With trembling fingers, Blaine grabbed his bottle of pain killers and downed two.
“I’m okay,” Blaine muttered. “Thank you Kurt.”
“Pillow the youth reddit,” Kurt said and Blaine buried himself further in the blankets.
“I have to go,” Blaine breathed and hung up, sniffing. He wiped at his eyes and stared down at the heart Kurt had just texted him. Scrolling up, Blaine stared at the past text messages he could no longer understand.